Date: Tue, 10 Jul 2012 18:03:44 -0700
From: Sneetch Graphsmuse42
Subject: Watching the Boys Part 2 (Revised)
Watching The Boys - part 2
By: Graphsmuse
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I tried to get some sleep, but the images of my son sucking down his
first load of cum out of Jamal's huge member, were now forever burned into
my brain. I had a restless night's sleep, and wondered what else had
happened between Jamal and my son. I so desperately wanted to get back to
the house and deal with Jamal, but the meetings I had were too important to
my company and I couldn't delay or ignore them.
I had to watch the video again first thing in the morning. Just to
make sure I didn`t dream it. But I didn't dream it, and everything I
remembered was on display again. The giant cookie with the special love
frosting, my son's mouth stuffed with cock, his face being covered in cum
as Jamal ejaculated all over it and hearing the unmistakable moans of my
son at the end of the video. Bryan's smooth boy legs, the only part of him
visible, as Jamal's body blocked me from what he was doing to my son.
Hearing my boy experiencing his first dry orgasm pushed me to cum like I
never had before.
I was again distracted through all my meetings but managed get through
them. I finally made it back to my hotel room and quickly booted up my
laptop to see if I could Skype Jamal. I had to try to talk him out of
doing any thing else with my Bry. I now felt guilty leaving my boy with a
complete stranger, who now had complete access to my son and his sexy boy
body. Did I want him to stop? Did I want to see more? I was conflicted
with guilt.
I checked my email seeing only the usual junk mail until I noticed one
sent from the house computer with a file attached to it. It was an mp4
file labeled "B's Cherry (sneak peek 1)". My heart started to beat faster
and my dick started to harden. What was happening to me? Did I really
want to see more of my boy getting used again? What did Jamal send me?
I clicked on the file and my video player popped on. I was
immediately bombarded by the image of a pair of large black hands stroking
a smooth white small torso; the camera followed the hands upward as they
worked up the chest to show my son's face. But his face had a look I'd
never seen before, a look of pure pleasure shown on it unlike any other
time in the past. Bry's eyelids were half closed with drool coming out of
the side of his mouth. Long low boyish moans could be heard coming from my
boy as the hands moved up his neck and caressed his face. One of Jamal's
thumbs entered Bryan's mouth and my boy started to suck on it like a cock.
Bryan, moaning, uncontrollably all the while doing so. Then the video
abruptly came to an end. My cock was so hard after seeing that. What the
hell did I just see? Thirty seconds of my son in pure bliss. And I had no
idea what Jamal was up to or what he had done to my son!
I tried the house Skype account but it was off line. I had to get
back to California as soon as I could, but I still had one more day of
meetings that I couldn't get out of. I called my airline and changed my
flight for a red eye the following day. This would get me back to
California in two days. It was the earliest I could get. I ordered room
service and watched the "Milk and Cookies" and "Cherry" video clips again.
I couldn't help but cum several times to them that night.
After another sleepless night, I woke up early and packed my bags for
my quick escape to the airport. Then I had my meetings, made it back to
the hotel and checked out. I got to the airport made it through security.
Now began the long wait for my plane to board. I went to a restaurant
inside the terminal and had a meal. While eating, I decided to check my
email and brought out my iPad. Another email had been sent from Jamal with
a video file attached to it. My mouth went dry and I started to get a
tingly sensation in my groin. Did I dare look at it, right there, in a
busy airport restaurant? I was sitting in the back of the restaurant so I
could see if anyone approached me then I clicked on the file.
The screen lit up with an extreme close up of my son's face as he lay
on his back. His eyes were closed and his mouth was wide open and his hair
was wet with sweat. I quickly lowered the sound as my boy's moans quickly
filled the booth. Then I noticed his head moving back and forth timed with
his high pitched boy moans. That's when I heard Jamal's voice.
"You like daddy Jamal's cock?" Jamal grunts out, "You like your new
daddy's cock?" Jamal says off camera.
Bryan moaned out "Yesssss!" a look of pleasure and pain showed on his
young face. I realized my boy is being fucked and my cock went rock hard
in my pants. Then the tempo of Jamal's fucking picked up speed as Bryan's
moans got louder and my son's face undulated faster. Bryan turned away
from the camera as a look of ecstasy came across his face then the screen
went dark.
"He looks like I do when I play with my Uncle." a young voice said
next to me. Snapping me out of my trance, I quickly glanced to my left and
I'm face to face with a boy that looks the same age as my nine year old
son. He smiled at me as I noticed him squeezing his crotch.
"Let's go Brandon!" he ran off towards a middle-aged woman, probably
his mother. I watched the boy's ass, wondering what the boy would look
like naked. As the boy and his mother walked out of the restaurant, he
stopped and turned, smiling at me as he grabbed and squeezed his hard boy
nail again. He then waved at me and ran out of view.
"Get a hold of yourself!" I thought to myself. "Your're starting to
perv out on strange boys in airports!" I had to stay seated in the booth a
bit longer to let my cock deflate. I then made my way to my gate to wait
for my boarding time.
After a long wait in the terminal, I finally got on the plane back to
California. I managed to get a seat in the back of the plane next to the
restrooms. The flight wasn't crowded, so I get a row to myself. Shortly
after takeoff, the lights dimmed as most of the passengers tried to get
some sleep.
About an hour into the flight I was drowsing in and out of sleep.
Awakened I noticed two people heading back to the restrooms. It looked
like a boy followed closely by a man, probably father and son heading to
the bathroom. I made a note of it and didn't think anything more about it,
until I saw the boy pass by my row. It was Brandon! The boy from the
restaurant, followed by a man, maybe his Uncle I thought. I was instantly
awake as I watched them pass by my row and head back to the bathrooms. I
thought I saw the man behind Brandon with a substantial hard on running
down the pant leg of his jeans. But the cabin was dark so I couldn't get a
real clear look.
I peeked around the seats and watched the boy head into one of the
many closet sized bathrooms immediately followed by the man. The door
closed and I heard the door latch as the occupied sign became visible.
My mind was reeling, and my cock went instantly hard from what I had
just witnessed. The innocent 9 year old I had met earlier in the
restaurant was possibly joining the mile high club just feet from where I
sat. My mind became flooded with Images of my son and Jamal. "Have I been
blind to what has really been going on around me all this time?", I
thought. I broke out in a cold sweat, as I thought of what was happening
to Brandon a few feet away from me and what was happening to my son back in
California.
As I was thinking about the events of the past couple of days I
started to hear faint, high pitched moaning, but it was difficult to hear
over the sound of the plane's engines. Soon after the moaning started,
light thumps could be heard that were in sync with the moaning. The images
of the boy named Brandon getting fucked by a monster cock in the bathroom
of the plane sent my mind spinning. I had to jerk off.
I quickly looked around the sleeping cabin. Seeing as the coast was
clear, whipped out my leaking cock and started to stroke it to the sounds
of the man and boy behind me. The images of the boy being fucked danced in
my head. The last few days had been overwhelming and it didn't take long
to fire off several shots of my own love frosting all over me.
I could still hear fucking going on behind me, but I was too tired to
care. I cleaned myself up as best I could and tucked my softening cock
back in my pants. I dozed off to the sounds of a boy in ecstasy.
CLICK! The sound of the bathroom door latch opening woke me from my
light sleep. I glanced at my watch; I'd been out for an hour. I then
noticed Brandon slowly walk by, his hair all disheveled, with a look of
sheer exhaustion on his face. The man followed right behind the boy with a
wide smile on his face. The man and I made eye contact. He winked at me
while he and the boy slowly walked back to their seats. The hard tube in
his pants was now gone, replaced with just a mild bulge. The man and boy
had fucked for over an hour and I wondered how many loads the boy had taken
up his hole. Then I wondered how many loads my son had taken so far. I
closed my eyes and tried to clear my mind of all the nasty, dirty thoughts
I had swimming around inside my head. "Just get me home." I thought.
I finally landed at LAX, and as I departed the plane, I noticed a
tired looking Brandon walking with his mother to the baggage claim area.
The stranger I saw Brandon with was nowhere to be seen. That boy fucked a
complete stranger? So that wasn't his uncle after all.
I grabbed my bags and made my way to the airport shuttle stop. It was
5 in the morning and not too many people were around at that time. But I
preferred the quietness of the nearly deserted airport as I thought about
what I was going to say and do to get Jamal out of my house. The shuttle
trip back to Calabasas felt longer than usual as my nervousness mounted.
By the time I got back to the house it was 6 in the morning; the house
and the neighborhood looked peaceful and quiet. The sun was just starting
to rise as I let myself into the house. I decided to wait for everyone to
wake up before I made my way upstairs. Jamal and Bryan weren't expecting
me back for at least another day, so I didn't want to make a scene this
early in the morning. I went into my office and sat at my desk, thinking
about what I was going to do. I dozed off for a bit but was awakened by
noises coming from upstairs. I looked at the clock and noticed it was now
8 in the morning. I heard small footsteps coming down the stairs followed
by heavier steps right after.
"You hungry little man?" I heard Jamal say.
"Yes!" replied a perky Bryan.
"What would you like to eat for breakfast, son?" asked Jamal, as I
heard them entering the kitchen.
"I want some waffles!" I heard Bryan giggle. I quietly moved to the
door of my office to listen in on their conversation. I didn't want them
to know I was here yet so I could see for myself what was really going on.
"Waffles? Is that all you want?" replied Jamal, with a playful tone
in his voice.
"Yes!" Bryan replied, and then added "With your special love frosting
on top!" I started to get hard hearing the lust in Bryan's voice.
"You want some more of my frosting boy?" Jamal said challengingly to
my son.
"Uh huh" Bryan said, almost mumbling. I could tell from Bry's subdued
response that he was staring at Jamal's cock, almost drooling at the sight
of it. Then the kitchen got quiet and after a few moments, the subtle
sounds of wet sucking started to emanate out of the kitchen.
I had to see what they were doing for myself, so I got down on my
hands and knees and crawled on the floor towards the kitchen. I tried to
make the least amount of noise as possible. While I was slowly crawling
into place for a better view, I heard their conversation continue.
"Is that all you want?" Jamal continued
"I also want some sausage." Bryan giggled deviously, followed by more
sucking sounds. I couldn't tell if they were kissing or doing something
else. But I was about to find out as I slowly peeked around the corner
into the kitchen. What I saw made me hard instantly.
My nine year old son was sitting on the kitchen counter with Jamal
standing in front of him. Both of them were completely naked. Bry had his
smooth boy legs wrapped around Jamal's waist, man and boy lip locked in a
passionate embrace.
Bryan's smooth boy skin contrasted against Jamal's dark muscular frame
as the boy clung to Jamal while they kissed.
I noticed Jamal's huge 8 inch cock, sandwiched between him and my son.
As the two bodies ground against each other, I would occasionally lose
sight of Jamal's throbbing cock. Then it would pop back out on either side
of them, leaking large amounts of pre-cum down their sides. My son and
Jamal were making wet sucking and moaning noises as they became lost in
each other's arms.
My mouth went dry at the sight before me. The image of my nine year
old son, so uninhibited with showing his sexual side, sharing it with Jamal
so freely, made my cock start to leak.
Jamal pulled off my son's mouth, their faces still touching as he
breathed lustfully "I know what I want for breakfast!"
Jamal leaned my son back on the counter and untangled himself from my
boy's legs. Bryan's boy feet planted on the counter, left Bryan's legs
spread wide open. Jamal then went to the cabinet and retrieved the maple
syrup. He also grabbed a tub of butter from the counter and returned to
his position in front of the reclining boy's wide open legs. Jamal then
grabbed Bryan's legs and rested them on his shoulders as my boy was now
reclined all the way on to his back.
"I like syrup with my breakfast' smiled Jamal, as he started to pour
maple syrup all over my son's prepubescent groin and chest. Bryan giggled
at the feeling of being covered in syrup.
Once the boy was covered with a nice coating of the sticky stuff,
Jamal smiled with a wicked grin.
"Mmmm, what a delicious looking boy for my breakfast." Jamal said as
his head went down on my young son. He started to lick the sugary goo off
the nine year old with Bryan squirming and laughing uncontrollably as
Jamal's tongue danced all over Bryan's body. Jamal pinned down Bryan's
flailing arms as he worked his way down the young boy's body. The sounds of
sucking and slurping filled the kitchen, accompanied by the boyish gasping
and giggling of Bryan.
Soon, Jamal's head made it to down to my son's groin. The man's head
buried between my boy's smooth thighs, focusing all of his attention there.
"He must be really manipulating my son's little cocklet" I thought, as
Jamal held down the squirming and flailing boy while continuing to suck on
him. Bryan's giggles turned to moans as a look of determined lust appeared
on my son`s face. His legs bent down, planting his boy feet against
Jamal's back, forcing as much of his groin against Jamal's sucking mouth.
Bryan and Jamal soon developed a rhythm. Moaning and grunting in time with
the thrusting of my son's hips. Then, with a loud moan from my boy, Bryan
took one large thrust upward as his body was shaken by a powerful, dry
orgasm.
Jamal continued to manipulate the boy's penis and balls as Bryan`s
body continued to be rocked by endless waves of orgasmic pleasure. His
small frame rocked over and over again with multiple dry orgasms. Bryan's
loud moaning and panting, echoing through the house.
Jamal finally eased his assault on my boy, and withdrew his mouth from
my boy's penis. Bryan's body went limp on the counter, gasping for air, as
his body recovered from his ordeal.
Without missing a beat, Jamal raised Bryan's legs up and back to my
boy's shoulders and started to eat him out like a starved man. After the
multiple orgasms Bryan had just experienced, the spent boy could only
respond with a low guttural moan as he felt Jamal's tongue start to explore
his boy hole. Jamal was really going to town on my son's asshole and Bryan
was giving it to him freely. Suddenly Jamal stopped and looked up at my
boy.
"Do you still want some sausage for breakfast?" asked Jamal.
All Bryan could answer was a weak "uh huh."
Jamal reached for the tub of butter and scooped up a dab with his
fingers and started to rub the butter up and down his hard, 8 inch cock.
His cock glistened as it reflected the early morning sunlight coming
through the kitchen windows.
Jamal lined up his buttered, black, man sausage with Bryan's well
worked sphincter and slowly started to apply pressure. I thought there was
no way Bryan's small body could take Jamal's monster cock, but I watched
with amazement as the hard throbbing cock slowly disappeared into my boy.
Bryan hardly made a sound as the cock continued to slide further in. As
Jamal slowly bottomed out in my boy, Bryan's eyes closed, and his mouth
slowly opened as he felt Jamal`s groin make contact with his ass. Bryan,
my nine year old pride and joy, now had 8 inches of hard, thick, man cock
in him.
Jamal leaned down, and the two embraced in a passionate kiss as
Jamal's body covered the small boy. Bry's white, smooth arms and legs
contrasted against the muscular black man`s skin.
Then it hit me! With the ease Jamal had sliding his cock into my boy,
this was not the first time Bryan had taken Jamal's cock. Shocked at this
thought, I watched in stunned silence from the dark hallway as Jamal
started to slowly move his cock in and out of my boy. Bryan was moaning
louder and louder as Jamal increased his undulations. Bryan's arms and
legs were wrapped around Jamal's thrusting body as Jamal continued to pick
up the pace of his fucking. Then he made a hard thrust into my boy and
held it there.
"You like daddy's cock?" Jamal said lustfully, as he pulled his cock
out almost all the way, then shoved it back in to the hilt, making Bry moan
out loudly.
"You like my big sausage up your boy pussy, son?" Jamal continued, as
he pulled out and thrust in again. Bryan moaned something I couldn't quite
make out.
"Speak up, Daddy can't hear you son." Jamal said starting to slowly
long dick my boy.
Bryan moaned out loudly "UUUH, I LO...LOVE YYOOUR...COOOOCK
DA...DADDY!" as Bryan felt the sensations of Jamal's cock as it wracked his
boy colon.
"Yeah, you like your new daddy's cock, don't cha?" As Jamal pounded
my boy, Bryan just moaned uncontrollably as the fucking continued.
Suddenly, Jamal buried his cock, balls deep and left it there. He stroked
my sweaty son's face as the two made eye contact.
"I'd like to finish my breakfast at the table." Jamal, then lifted
the boy up in his arms, with my son still impaled and clinging to him, and
exited the kitchen towards the dining room. I quietly made my way to the
other side of the hallway to peek into the dining room and watched Jamal
lying my boy down on the far end of the long dining room table. Jamal was
laying on top of Bryan making small hunching movement with his hips.
"Are you ready for my breakfast love frosting son?" Jamal asked as he
gazed into Bryan`s eyes.
"YES!" replied Bryan, in a high lusty tone.
"Then get ready son. I'm gonna to give you a fresh batch." as Jamal
stood up, holding Bryan's coltish legs wide open. Bryan grabbed on to the
sides of the table as he braced himself for the onslaught he was about to
receive. I watched Jamal start to thrust in and out of my son who's now
laid out like the main course of a meal. His loud moaning and the creaking
of the dining room table echo across the room as Jamal's thrusts start to
get longer and faster.
I watched the spectacle before me, hypnotized by the image of my nine
year old son being fucked wildly by this muscular black man, on my dining
room table, in my own house! I started to stoke myself in time with
Jamal's thrusts. Then I noticed Jamal looking right at me with a wild
devilish grin on his face.
"You like daddy's cock?" Jamal asked Bryan even as his eyes stayed
focused on mine and kicked his fucking up a notch.
"Mmm...YEAH...mmmmm...UUHHH!" Bryan tried to answer as Jamal started
to rabbit fuck the boy. The table sounded like it was going to collapse at
any minute, and so did Bryan for that matter.
"Mmmmm...aaahh...dddaad...nngh...oooh...daaaaaad!"
Jamal kept his eyes locked with mine as I continued to stroke my cock
faster and faster from my position in the outer hallway.
Then Jamal closed his eyes as his head tilted back, still holding my
boys legs wide open. His mouth in a silent wail as his long thrusts went
to a short, deep grinding motion against my boy`s ass.
Then Jamal made one last thrust forward as he let out a loud roar.
"AAAAaaaaaahh...FFFUUUCK!" Jamal yelled out as his body convulsed,
pumping shot after shot of cum into my boy. Bryan made small moaning
sounds as he felt Jamal's seed flood his boy colon.
The sights and sounds of man fucking boy were too much for me as I
started to cum uncontrollably all over myself. Then I heard a deep voice
speak from the top of the stairs.
"Damn, Jamal, heard you clear up here! Woke me up with that one." I
glanced up to see another large muscular black man, standing naked at the
top of the stairs, stroking his large cock.
"Looks like someone else is wide awake now too." As the mysterious
new guest glanced down at his impressive nine inch cock, hardening up as he
continued to stroke it.
"We were gonna have some breakfast but we got distracted." chuckled
Jamal "Stay there, we'll be right up, we need to wash off some of the
breakfast." as Jamal lifted my son off the dinning room table. Bryan clung
to Jamal's muscular, sticky body as the two headed towards the stairs.
Bryan still impaled on Jamal's cock, which was still hard as a rock after
that amazing cum he just experienced.
"What is that, cum?" asked the stranger as Jamal and Bryan made it to
the top of the stairs.
"No, maple syrup." laughed Jamal.
"You are a kinky dude, Jamal." said the stranger.
"You know what's even kinkier?" asked Jamal as he nodded in my
direction. The stranger spotted me lying in the hallway, covered in my own
cum.
"Damn, is that...?" responded the stranger.
"Yup, let's go clean my boy up, and get him ready for breakfast."
Jamal headed into the bathroom with the stranger following closely behind.
I sat there and watched the bathroom door close and then heard the
door lock. My head was spinning as I stuffed my softening cock back into
my soiled pants. I slowly stood up and tried to clear my mind. I glanced
over at the dining room table, the sight of where Jamal and my son had
consummated their lustful passion. I noticed a puddle of cum on the table
left over from the fucking my son just took, along with, what looked like,
a large half full plate of uneaten brownies loosely covered with plastic
wrap.
I made my way over to the far end of the dining room table and stood
there looking at the evidence left over from the event I just witnessed. I
reached down and scooped up some of Jamal's cum with my fingers, I paused
to look at it. I contemplated this fresh pool of cum that had leaked out
of my boy. I put my cum soaked fingers in my mouth and savored the flavor
of Jamal's love frosting mixed in with my son's ass juices. The salty
taste invaded my taste buds.
I slowly made my way up the stairs and stood at the entrance of the
second floor hallway. I walked up to the bathroom door to my left and put
my ear to the door. I could hear the shower running intermixed with a
mixture of man and boy moans, and the occasional grunt from one of the men.
I also heard the distinct sounds of flesh slapping against flesh. I could
hear the two men talking, probably encouraging my boy. But I couldn't make
out what they were saying. I tried the door handle, but it was still
locked.
I glanced over to Bryan's bedroom which was across the hall from the
bathroom. His bed was disheveled with wet spots all over it and the room
had the distinct smell of sex coming from it. This was an unusual smell to
find in a nine year old boy's room.
I grew weak in the knees as I realized a lot more had gone on with my
son than what I was shown on the videos Jamal had sent me. And who was
this other guy with him? I needed to lie down and gather my strength from
all the overwhelming events of the last few days.
As I headed down the hallway to the master bedroom I passed the open
door of Ben's room. Then it dawned on me, what was going to happen when my
14 year old son returned from summer camp? Would Jamal do anything to Ben?
How would Ben take all this? Luckily Ben wouldn't be home for a few days
and I might still be able to get rid of Jamal before he gets home.
I headed to my room, opened the door and saw that my bed was in the
same condition as my son's bed. I spotted Bryan's stretchy lycra superman
outfit on the floor at the foot of the bed. The covers and comforter of
the king size bed had been pushed off the bed completely and where lying
off to the side. I also noticed what looked like a DVD case with a red bow
on it sitting in the middle of the bed. It was lying on top of Bryan's red
Superman cape, which was covered with a crust of dried cum. I went over to
the bed and picked it up. The cover had a picture of my son smiling on it
with the title "B's Cherry" across the top. Next to the bow on the case
was a card that had, written in red crayon in Bryan`s hand writing,
To: Frank
From: Bryan
"Oh shit" I thought.
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